Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a sizzling afternoon within the rounds dump, within the rounds shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of hdf, floors or vase of long wooden boards-flat timber with regard to the most portion, you may see through their cracks, put crooked alongside a single another; also the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted on four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded this, giving a playground intended for the lizards in order to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I transported a semi outdated ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I experienced to go to the bullets shack (where us soldiers did our own paperwork for aides and distributing associated with ammunition for the convoys arriving from a number of locations within the area.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a calendar month, until a new one came away, and used it to swish apart flies. 223 ammo in stock were just about everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested with them, with their very own buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat plus thin bellied data files; some dark other folks light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There was dead or dying flies, also jogging flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, yet quite content whenever they missed, and just landed on your current lips. They polluted everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, as well as many crawling, within their fastest gait possible, especially the big fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I’d swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply scare them away, but like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained rinsed and ready in order to sacrifice their lives for the result in.